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Bite Marks
Yeah, It's your boy bad credit.
Kavy.
I'ma hand over the mic to my boy J to the O.
And he's about to open a can of verbal whoop ass.
On you slow ass niggas who don't even know how to count a bar.
One measure nigga.
I'ma let this nigga rip on y'all real quick man.
Honestly, You!
Don't want it with me at least not lyrically.
You, don't have the saliva needed to spit with me.
You, couldn't see even after lasik surgery.
I am.
By far.
Verbally.
Superior.
I'ma shark x4. Yo, my lyrics grab your attention like carnivorous bird claws.
My verbal collage is beautiful soothing music in a herbal massage.
All I really do is sell an image like televison.
And conveniently fail to mention any personal flaws.
Lyrically i'm more than worthy, sending niggas home on gurneys.
I snap a rapper in half like the wishing bone on turkeys.
Theirs professors from Hardvard to Berkley wanting to merk me.
Cause my existance contradicts there whole lifes work and (?).
I'm like verbal science fiction the illest of mantics.
In fly extiction combine it with five minute giant mixing.
I got professional biters hiding nightly right inside my kitchen.
With spy equipment desperately tryna listen.
So I gotta protect my intrest.
I only write in abandon airplane hangers and change languages every sentence.
From English, to Spanish, Lebanese, and Egyptian in invisible ink and read em back in foresic lenses cause.
You, don't want it with me at least not lyrically. (Nope) you, don't have the saliva need it spit with me. (Uh uh) you, couldn't see me even after lasik surgery.
I am, by far, verbally, superior.
I'ma shark x4.
Ayo my brain super computes billions of bated cycles.
Your dumber than a parents leaving their children to play with Michael.
Your circumstances is a reflection of your poor judgement.
That's why im standing over face down on the floor plunging.
Crossing me is a poor philosophy, I warned you not to be.
I'll throw a whole soroal catus at you horizontally.
And clothesline your crew.
with throat spines and watch them swell.
I'm like the acupunctual thrapist from hell.
Swooping down to clip you.
And handicap your balance.
And snatch you off the ground.
With a pair of curvaceous Sara pterodactyl talons.
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The pre-jurassic body snatcher with an act for clowning.
Grab the mic in cyphers, and surrond rap tacks around it.
Now you can call me a jerk if you like.
But I ain't taking crap from nobody like septic tank service workers on strike.
I'm verbally tight, a gift of this art.
You're nothing more than an insignificant wiff of a fart, and thus. I will bite you. I will swim around with ny dorcil fin. Stick it up out the water. And credit card your butt crack wit it.
Ok, hold up alright so, so you say that you're a shark?
Does that mean like, you like bite other rappers lyrics and stuff?
Because like sharks bite. (And rappers bite other people to) My rhymes are like isolated cases of severe criminal insanity.
They don't occur often but if they do it's a calamity.
Lives get shattered.
And wives get battered.
And minds get splattered.
My rhymes are way over your head like fore canopy.
Different the buhh.
What, oh snap.
Are you sure?
Oh there it is, i'm such a loser.
Ayo, I'll swing a chain and chop your green to relish.
And cut through your skeleton like jellyfish chilling by submarine propellers.
Enough of being jealous i'm the meanest.
I wore Adidas and graphitied on my own placenta as a fetus.
And I get psycho when I write flows.
My wrist are quite swoll on conduct whole symphonies with light poles.
And it gets ice cold when the maestro flows.
With global tempertatures colder than Pluto's over night lows.
See I can't sacrifice illness for time budget.
So I grind over whatever line that my minds stuck with from devine to benign subjects.
It just doesn't get uttered.
Till there lined up regardless of the substance.
See rappers get jealous and hate on what they can't achive.
Cause they ain't hot & can't get cold like anti freeze.
But it's basically as easy as ABC's. (How) abcdefghijklmnopqrst.
You, don't want it with me at least not lyrically.
And you, don't have the saliva needed to spit with me.
You, couldn't see me even after lasik surgery.
I am.
By far.
Verbally superior.
I'ma shark.
I'ma shark.
I'ma shark.
I'ma shark.
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